The realization aloud has Sunday cutting a sideways look just for a moment to see if it's sincere - and it seems to be. So much so that he feels flicker of guilt for thinking otherwise, though perhaps given his recent history of deception upon deception (and being the creator of so many of them himself) he could be forgiven. Instead, he merely inclines his head slightly in confirmation of Jack's acknowledgement of the action yet to be taken.

Either way, he looks back in time for those grouped around them to look thoroughly unimpressed by his arrival and anything which has been said. The group exchanges a look between them - one Sunday hardly even needs to tune into to understand its meaning when it's a more sinister version of ones once shared around a meeting table. As one particularly gruff looking man steps forward, Sunday narrows his eyes. "I thought you agreed with there being no fight here," he says just as calmly as before.

There's a second where the man turns a glower onto him, and then suddenly looks confused. The intention in those words have an affect beyond a warning this time; where the air rippled before, now a bright wave courses through it. It lasts only as long as Sunday focuses, and said focus ends after the man nods slowly as if the confusion's cleared. Those standing on either side of him nod too as if this had been the conversation all along. "Best get going, then. You wouldn't want to miss out."